ElenaI wake up with my head on Alexander’s bare chest and snuggle closer. He’s got one arm wrapped around me, and I bury my nose against his neck.I smile at the memory of last night. He came to bed late last night, waking me up with countless kisses on my skin. The way touched me… he’s both rough and tender with me at the same time.Most days he’s gone by the time I wake up, but every once in a while, I wake up in his arms. I love those moments right before he wakes up, those moments when he’ll hold me close, when he makes me feel cherished. Those moments make our marriage more bearable—they help me forget that what we have isn’t real.“Your hair tickles.”I freeze in his arms, my entire body tense. I push away from him, but he won’t let me go. Instead, he pulls me closer. I blink, turning my head just a little. He’s got his phone in his hand, scrolling through his emails leisurely, his other hand on my waist.“Let’s go on a dinner date tonight. I think it’s time we start making fron
AlexanderI stand at the entrance of the store, silencing the sales assistant with my finger. I recognize my wife straight away, but unfortunately, I also recognize the woman standing next to her. I stand back, out of view, my focus entirely on Elena.I listen as Elise accuses her of having a sugar daddy, as she throws Elena’s mother’s hospital bills in her face. It doesn’t escape my notice that she purposely makes it clear that the bags Alaric Rousseau bought for her are of the same value as the hospital bills.I keep waiting for Elena to stand up for herself, but she doesn’t. None of the confidence she has when she resists me is present. She’s feistier when she’s reminding me that all I own is her body, than she is right now.She starts to shake, and I walk toward her. Elise’s eyes widen when she sees me, but I keep my attention on Elena. “I’m late, Buttercup,” I say, wrapping my arm around her. “But I’m here now.”Elena relaxes in my arms and looks up at me in relief. The trust in
AlexanderThe waitress leads us to a secluded spot by the window, but Elena doesn’t even notice the view. She’s absent minded. Even ring shopping didn’t seem to excite her. I offered to buy her additional jewelry, but she wasn’t interested.I move my chair closer to her, so I’m sitting next to her rather than opposite her, and she looks at me, a sad smile on her face.“My father hasn’t checked up on me since I turned eighteen, but he takes such good care of Elise,” she says, her voice breaking. “He doesn’t even seem to care whether I’m dead or alive.”I see the tears pooling in her eyes and grab her hand. Seeing tears in her eyes, fuck. I can’t stand it. “I know it isn’t the same, but you have me now, Buttercup,” I say involuntarily.She looks at me and nods. “I do. I do have you,” she says, her eyes never leaving mine. “There are a few things I want to do, Alexander… but I can’t do them by myself. Will you help me?”I raise my brows, and she tightens her grip on my hand. “I… I want t
ElenaMy phone buzzes just as I’ve made myself a cup of coffee, and I frown, surprised to find my brother calling me. I hesitate before picking up.“Elena? What the hell do you think you’re doing? Why the hell am I looking at photos of you with Alexander Kennedy?”Took him long enough. Alexander and I have been going on dates in the most public places we can think of for weeks now. It was only a matter of time before it came to Matthew’s attention.I sigh and run a hand through my hair. “Hi,” I say. “I’m good, thank you. So is Mom, by the way.”“I’m not in the mood for your bullshit,” he says. “Why were you with Alexander? You know full well the guy and I don’t get along. That he can’t stand Jen choosing me over him. You need to stop playing games.”I shake my head and take a sip of my coffee. “I love how you’re making this all about yourself, as usual.”Matthew laughs, the sound sending a chill down my spine. “You’re still as stupid as you’ve always been. Do you really think he’d eve
ElenaAll eyes are on us as we walk into the office. I’m nervous and try to pull my hand out of Alexander’s, but he holds me tighter instead. He leans into me, his lips brushing over my ear. “Back straight, chin up. You’re Mrs. Kennedy,” he whispers.I look up at him, and he grabs my chin, pinching gently as he leans in for a kiss, right in the middle of the lobby. He smirks as he pulls away, and I’m certain my cheeks are scarlet. Lately he’ll kiss me in public as often as he can, ensuring we end up in tabloids every week. He seems to revel in making me blush, seeing me flustered. I guess it’s yet another game for him.I look away and catch Luce rolling his eyes despite the smile on his face. Alexander throws his arm around me as we walk towards the elevator. “Remind me why you’re here?” he asks Lucian.I see the flash of panic in Lucian’s eyes, but he gets it under control within seconds and smiles at his brother. “I’m meeting a friend,” he says, getting off at a lower floor than us.
ElenaI’ve been restless all week. I’m used to not hearing from Alexander during the day, but I always know he comes home to me. Even when we don’t talk for days, I know it’s me he falls asleep with. Now that he’s on a business trip, there’s been no contact between us at all. I’m tempted to call or text him, but he told me not to bother him unnecessarily, and I don’t want to overstep. I didn’t think I’d miss him… but I do.“Earth to Elena,” Luce says.“Sorry, I zoned out again.”He shakes his head at me, annoyed. He’s been updating me on his love life, and all it’s done to me is make me worry about my own. I sip my tea and lean back into my regular chair at our local coffee shop.“Your mind is as absent as my brother is.”“Have you spoken to him this week?” I ask, unable to help myself.Lucian shakes his head. “Nah, but I know he speaks to Mom every day. Hasn’t he called you?”I shake my head. “Do you think he’s just ignoring me?”Lucian shrugs. “I dunno. Maybe he finally figured out
AlexanderI watch Elena interact with my brother over dinner, both of them giggling and making inside jokes. One week. I was gone for one week, and I come back to my wife and brother being two peas in a pod.I haven’t forgotten that Lucian wanted to marry her in my stead. It’s obvious he loves her. Maybe I was selfish when I told her to marry me. I rushed into it when I realized that my usual jokester of a brother wanted her. The guy who was never serious about anything was willing to spend the rest of his life with her. I took her away before he even had a chance.I watch her giggle at something he said, and my whole body just screams Mine. The need to claim her as my own is unreal, and something I’ve never experienced before, not even with my ex-girlfriends. Not even with Jennifer. I don’t understand where it comes from. Maybe it’s just because Elena is my wife, and as my wife, she’s supposed to be mine. Maybe it’s simply because I own her, and I’ve never liked sharing my things. Wh
AlexanderThere’s a gap between the two sides of her underwear, exposing the middle of her perfectly smooth pussy. The thought that my little brother picked out this sexy little thing for her sickens me, and the thought that she’s wearing this forhimsends pure uncontrollable rage through my veins. I pull her to her feet and turn her around, unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor.“Alexander! What are you doing?”My eyes are drawn to her perfectly full ass that’s pretty much exposed except for the tiny piece of white string that disappears between her deliciously full ass cheeks. Her hair falls almost to her ass, only just about exposing the dimples on her lower back. I turn her around and push her back onto the bed. She sits down in the same place she was before, covering her breasts with her arms and clenching her legs tightly together.I grab her thighs and part them, lowering myself so I can kneel between them, and she lets me.“I saidexplain.”I grab her wrists and p
ElenaI’m nervous as I walk into the rooftop bar Alexander asked me to meet him at. I’m so tense that I can’t even enjoy the stunning view from here—or the beautiful, luxurious interior. He’s been withdrawn lately, his anger palpable.My eyes fall to the clusters of round sofas, each of them a separate booth facing a glass barrier, resulting in an unparalleled view of both the skyline and the bar. I spot Aiden in the corner and he nods at me, stepping aside as I walk up to him. Alexander is leaning back on the sofa, his eyes on the skyline in front of us.He looks up when I sit down next to him, his gaze sending a thrill down my spine. He hasn’t been himself lately. Ever since he got back from his business trip, he’s been cold and distant.I’ve tried over and over again to explain to him that nothing is going on between Lucian and me, but he won’t listen to reason. I can’t even blame him. I messed up. I never should have entertained Lucian’s ideas. I should’ve known how Alexander would
AlexanderThere’s a gap between the two sides of her underwear, exposing the middle of her perfectly smooth pussy. The thought that my little brother picked out this sexy little thing for her sickens me, and the thought that she’s wearing this forhimsends pure uncontrollable rage through my veins. I pull her to her feet and turn her around, unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor.“Alexander! What are you doing?”My eyes are drawn to her perfectly full ass that’s pretty much exposed except for the tiny piece of white string that disappears between her deliciously full ass cheeks. Her hair falls almost to her ass, only just about exposing the dimples on her lower back. I turn her around and push her back onto the bed. She sits down in the same place she was before, covering her breasts with her arms and clenching her legs tightly together.I grab her thighs and part them, lowering myself so I can kneel between them, and she lets me.“I saidexplain.”I grab her wrists and p
AlexanderI watch Elena interact with my brother over dinner, both of them giggling and making inside jokes. One week. I was gone for one week, and I come back to my wife and brother being two peas in a pod.I haven’t forgotten that Lucian wanted to marry her in my stead. It’s obvious he loves her. Maybe I was selfish when I told her to marry me. I rushed into it when I realized that my usual jokester of a brother wanted her. The guy who was never serious about anything was willing to spend the rest of his life with her. I took her away before he even had a chance.I watch her giggle at something he said, and my whole body just screams Mine. The need to claim her as my own is unreal, and something I’ve never experienced before, not even with my ex-girlfriends. Not even with Jennifer. I don’t understand where it comes from. Maybe it’s just because Elena is my wife, and as my wife, she’s supposed to be mine. Maybe it’s simply because I own her, and I’ve never liked sharing my things. Wh
ElenaI’ve been restless all week. I’m used to not hearing from Alexander during the day, but I always know he comes home to me. Even when we don’t talk for days, I know it’s me he falls asleep with. Now that he’s on a business trip, there’s been no contact between us at all. I’m tempted to call or text him, but he told me not to bother him unnecessarily, and I don’t want to overstep. I didn’t think I’d miss him… but I do.“Earth to Elena,” Luce says.“Sorry, I zoned out again.”He shakes his head at me, annoyed. He’s been updating me on his love life, and all it’s done to me is make me worry about my own. I sip my tea and lean back into my regular chair at our local coffee shop.“Your mind is as absent as my brother is.”“Have you spoken to him this week?” I ask, unable to help myself.Lucian shakes his head. “Nah, but I know he speaks to Mom every day. Hasn’t he called you?”I shake my head. “Do you think he’s just ignoring me?”Lucian shrugs. “I dunno. Maybe he finally figured out
ElenaAll eyes are on us as we walk into the office. I’m nervous and try to pull my hand out of Alexander’s, but he holds me tighter instead. He leans into me, his lips brushing over my ear. “Back straight, chin up. You’re Mrs. Kennedy,” he whispers.I look up at him, and he grabs my chin, pinching gently as he leans in for a kiss, right in the middle of the lobby. He smirks as he pulls away, and I’m certain my cheeks are scarlet. Lately he’ll kiss me in public as often as he can, ensuring we end up in tabloids every week. He seems to revel in making me blush, seeing me flustered. I guess it’s yet another game for him.I look away and catch Luce rolling his eyes despite the smile on his face. Alexander throws his arm around me as we walk towards the elevator. “Remind me why you’re here?” he asks Lucian.I see the flash of panic in Lucian’s eyes, but he gets it under control within seconds and smiles at his brother. “I’m meeting a friend,” he says, getting off at a lower floor than us.
ElenaMy phone buzzes just as I’ve made myself a cup of coffee, and I frown, surprised to find my brother calling me. I hesitate before picking up.“Elena? What the hell do you think you’re doing? Why the hell am I looking at photos of you with Alexander Kennedy?”Took him long enough. Alexander and I have been going on dates in the most public places we can think of for weeks now. It was only a matter of time before it came to Matthew’s attention.I sigh and run a hand through my hair. “Hi,” I say. “I’m good, thank you. So is Mom, by the way.”“I’m not in the mood for your bullshit,” he says. “Why were you with Alexander? You know full well the guy and I don’t get along. That he can’t stand Jen choosing me over him. You need to stop playing games.”I shake my head and take a sip of my coffee. “I love how you’re making this all about yourself, as usual.”Matthew laughs, the sound sending a chill down my spine. “You’re still as stupid as you’ve always been. Do you really think he’d eve
AlexanderThe waitress leads us to a secluded spot by the window, but Elena doesn’t even notice the view. She’s absent minded. Even ring shopping didn’t seem to excite her. I offered to buy her additional jewelry, but she wasn’t interested.I move my chair closer to her, so I’m sitting next to her rather than opposite her, and she looks at me, a sad smile on her face.“My father hasn’t checked up on me since I turned eighteen, but he takes such good care of Elise,” she says, her voice breaking. “He doesn’t even seem to care whether I’m dead or alive.”I see the tears pooling in her eyes and grab her hand. Seeing tears in her eyes, fuck. I can’t stand it. “I know it isn’t the same, but you have me now, Buttercup,” I say involuntarily.She looks at me and nods. “I do. I do have you,” she says, her eyes never leaving mine. “There are a few things I want to do, Alexander… but I can’t do them by myself. Will you help me?”I raise my brows, and she tightens her grip on my hand. “I… I want t
AlexanderI stand at the entrance of the store, silencing the sales assistant with my finger. I recognize my wife straight away, but unfortunately, I also recognize the woman standing next to her. I stand back, out of view, my focus entirely on Elena.I listen as Elise accuses her of having a sugar daddy, as she throws Elena’s mother’s hospital bills in her face. It doesn’t escape my notice that she purposely makes it clear that the bags Alaric Rousseau bought for her are of the same value as the hospital bills.I keep waiting for Elena to stand up for herself, but she doesn’t. None of the confidence she has when she resists me is present. She’s feistier when she’s reminding me that all I own is her body, than she is right now.She starts to shake, and I walk toward her. Elise’s eyes widen when she sees me, but I keep my attention on Elena. “I’m late, Buttercup,” I say, wrapping my arm around her. “But I’m here now.”Elena relaxes in my arms and looks up at me in relief. The trust in
ElenaI wake up with my head on Alexander’s bare chest and snuggle closer. He’s got one arm wrapped around me, and I bury my nose against his neck.I smile at the memory of last night. He came to bed late last night, waking me up with countless kisses on my skin. The way touched me… he’s both rough and tender with me at the same time.Most days he’s gone by the time I wake up, but every once in a while, I wake up in his arms. I love those moments right before he wakes up, those moments when he’ll hold me close, when he makes me feel cherished. Those moments make our marriage more bearable—they help me forget that what we have isn’t real.“Your hair tickles.”I freeze in his arms, my entire body tense. I push away from him, but he won’t let me go. Instead, he pulls me closer. I blink, turning my head just a little. He’s got his phone in his hand, scrolling through his emails leisurely, his other hand on my waist.“Let’s go on a dinner date tonight. I think it’s time we start making fron